Chapter Two

As Bill drove through the darkened streets of late evening, Elizabeth lay back naked and exposed in the bucket seat, caressing her flesh idly. She contemplated giving herself an orgasm on the way there—in fact, she was so excited that she was sure she could have taken two or maybe three—but she decided instead merely to tease herself, to keep herself warm and flushed and tingling, expectant before whatever perversion which her dear husband would give her tonight.

Smirking and sly-eyed, she spread her bare thighs wide, prodding herself absently in the smelly nest below her sweating belly. It was strangely exciting to be exposed like that, nude and gleaming before the eyes of any who might chance to glance their way. Once at a stoplight, they pulled up next to a semi truck, and despite the tint of their windows, the illumination must have been just right for him to see down inside, because when the driver looked over, his jaw dropped. Smirking, she ran her middle finger deliberately through her watering cunt, put the smelly thing before her flushed face, and licked it savoringly clean beneath the stranger’s wide-eyed gaze. Then the light changed, and Bill accelerated away, toward Kyle’s workshop.

There were ten or twelve other cars parked in the semi-darkened alley but no other people visible. Back at home, of course, the couple had gotten into their vehicle through the attached garage, but here there was no such equivalent—they simply had to park out in the open, and Bill, grandly casual, made no effort whatsoever to go near the entrance. He simply cut the ignition when they were still a good twenty or thirty yards from the drab, rust-streaked back door, and Elizabeth felt his sly, sidelong gaze upon her as her nervous eyes took in the seemingly endless stretch of gritty asphalt across which she would be paraded. Shethought they were fairly well hidden in the rear of this ill-traveled, semi-industrial area, but between those old buildings the parking lot was so wide and empty… Could people driving by in the street beyond get a glimpse of them down the alley? She bit her lip.

There was nothing to do but go forward, though. Shivering faintly in her nakedness and in her confused excitation, she took Bill’s hand and allowed herself to be led, naked and exposed, across the great open space of pavement and then into the building. It was a long way, but though her gaze darted around uneasily, Bill did not hurry. Trying to keep up her nerve, she raised her chin and strode resolutely on, hips rolling regal and slow. Despite her anxiety, her nipples were crinkled up tight and achingly expectant.

Inside, the place was wide and spottily lit, a warehouse that their magician friend used for storage, for practicing his various acts, and for developing new tricks and mechanisms for deception. Still Elizabeth saw no one.

“Where…where is everyone?” she asked quietly, hoping that she did not sound disappointed.

Bill tried not to smile. “When a devoted wife has decided to take a truly anonymous gangbang,” he said mildly, “it is best to keep her guessing.”

She pursed her lips and made no reply, but only eyed him sideways as he led her through a maze of piled crates, racks of costumes, and various implements of stagecraft. Finally they came to a curtained-off area tucked away in a corner. She hesitated, but, smiling urbanely, he